The Cowboy (he may kill me)

This is my Cowboy - and these are some of his pictures.

He works out in the heat and the dust and though he is a cowboy, he works with sheep.

I don't get it. Anyway.

Yes he is gorgeous.

Yes he is good to me.

Yes he climbed up to a nest with Wedge tailed Eagles in them so he could show me the pic.

Yes sometimes he works in Armageddon-like conditions.

Yes he comes home dusty.

Some days resembling a negative.

Sometimes even the whites of his eyes aren't white.

I never thought I would end up with a Cowboy.

Let alone one that works with sheep.

I had always imagined I would be with a city slicker.

I am so glad that things don't always pan out how you imagine.

I have snagged myself a great one.

Since I have known him my life as I knew it has been turned on its head and I haven't looked back.

He is a great Dad, great de-facto (haha) , great cook and is very supportive of my every whim.

What more could a girl want I ask?

He will be so embarrassed that I wrote this.

Just another thing I love about him.

God, we are opposites.